Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

by Jessica K Photography.Beauty by Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry.

Roxanne’s story is both heartbreaking and relatable for a lot of women that I know including myself. It all started for Roxanne when she was 14 and found herself on a sexual bender. Sneaking out, getting high with strangers and friends who took advantage of her low self-esteem; her virginity was taken by an individual who preyed on this more than the others. They were the same age, and although Roxanne thinks that she was young and naive, no matter what the age it is never okay for a person to use a person who isn’t in the right headspace.

Straight after that relationship ended, Roxanne got involved with someone, who she thought she had fallen in love with, he used that to coerce her into things she wasn’t comfortable with. One night in particular, he convinced her to sneak out after he had been drinking, she caught a bus late at night to a house she had never been to before and after they had sex he kicked her out onto the street at 2am, calling her a slut. After a year of emotional abuse, Roxanne mustered up the courage to leave after she talked him out of killing himself.

Roxanne’s next relationship wasn’t until 2 and a half years after the last. They were both living with her parents at the time. This boyfriend had textbook abusive patterns, such as going through her phone without her knowledge, telling her who she could and couldn’t see, doing things that were made to scare her and threatening to breakup with her every time he didn’t get his way. After a while Roxanne started biting back, which turned the relationship into a toxic hurricane. He punched holes into walls, sat onto of her, choked her and that’s when Roxanne made him pack his bags. He was a textbook narcissist.

Roxanne’s relationship to relationships is now completely different, she cheated on her last boyfriend, breaking it off towards the end as they were so on and off. He wanted her at his house all the time, with constant attention and affection, he would turn up at her house throwing things, he thew punches at a man she was with at the shops. The relationship didn’t conclusively end for a while, it just…faded. There were abusive drunk calls for months until it finally stopped.

Roxanne now finds herself not prone to wanting a long term/monogamous relationship, the fear of being hurt again is stronger than her want of committing to a single person. Roxanne now finds her sexuality is more fluid, her orientation is inconclusive. Although monogamy isn’t in the near future, she has not had a one night stand, but is open to the idea. I am wishing Roxanne the best of luck on her sexual and romantic journey and I can’t thank her enough for sharing these intimate details with me. I hope you all enjoy this editorial for The Medusas!

Jessica

Renèe Caryn for The Medusas

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Indie Berlin

Model: Indie BerlinMake-up: Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry

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Selina Switch for The Medusas

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Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Candy for The Medusas

Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Beauty by Roses are Red Make-up Artistry

To support this project and see the full set of NSFW images head over toPatreon

Since shooting this set in September, I have become really good friends with both of the incredible women involved in this shoot. After a few hiccups on this shoot, we powered through and this is the result of a gloomy afternoon in my bedroom.

Morticia’s story for this project starts with her parents, and the impossible expectation laid on her from a young age to obtain from sex until marriage. This led to her first sexual encounter to be an awful experience due to the pressure and shame that had been drilled into her mind from such an impressionable age. This part of the story is sadly told all too often for a lot of women that I meet, especially for this project, it is the next element that took me by surprise. Morticia’s mother is a professional dominatrix and has a dungeon in her house, since divorcing Morticia’s Father, has gotten back into the kink scene after taking a break during Morticia’s childhood.

Morticia did not know about her mothers profession until later in life, and had negative views on sex as a whole until finding BDSM herself. The first time she had sex was with her boyfriend at the time, the result of being oppressed and shamed sexually for the majority of her life led to the event being one filled with self-concious thoughts and shame rather than a new experience as an adult.Mortcia’s sexuality is now unconfirmed, leaning more towards women but happily engaged to her male finance, they have been together for 3 years now.

Thank-you so much Morticia for sharing your story with me and shooting for this set, we will no doubt shoot in the New Year! Thank-you Mhairi at Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry for the incredible beauty on this set you always do an incredible job.

Xavier Rose for The Medusas

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Selina Switch for The Medusas

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Indie Berlin for The Medusas

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Indie Berlin

Model: Indie BerlinMake-up: Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry

www.patreon.com/jessicakphotographyFull editorial available on Patreon for 10+ pledges.

Candy Glaz for The Medusas

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Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Beauty by Roses are Red Make-up Artistry

To support this project and see the full set of NSFW images head over toPatreon

Since shooting this set in September, I have become really good friends with both of the incredible women involved in this shoot. After a few hiccups on this shoot, we powered through and this is the result of a gloomy afternoon in my bedroom.

Morticia’s story for this project starts with her parents, and the impossible expectation laid on her from a young age to obtain from sex until marriage. This led to her first sexual encounter to be an awful experience due to the pressure and shame that had been drilled into her mind from such an impressionable age. This part of the story is sadly told all too often for a lot of women that I meet, especially for this project, it is the next element that took me by surprise. Morticia’s mother is a professional dominatrix and has a dungeon in her house, since divorcing Morticia’s Father, has gotten back into the kink scene after taking a break during Morticia’s childhood.

Morticia did not know about her mothers profession until later in life, and had negative views on sex as a whole until finding BDSM herself. The first time she had sex was with her boyfriend at the time, the result of being oppressed and shamed sexually for the majority of her life led to the event being one filled with self-concious thoughts and shame rather than a new experience as an adult.Mortcia’s sexuality is now unconfirmed, leaning more towards women but happily engaged to her male finance, they have been together for 3 years now.

Thank-you so much Morticia for sharing your story with me and shooting for this set, we will no doubt shoot in the New Year! Thank-you Mhairi at Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry for the incredible beauty on this set you always do an incredible job.

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

by Jessica K Photography.Beauty by Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry.

Roxanne’s story is both heartbreaking and relatable for a lot of women that I know including myself. It all started for Roxanne when she was 14 and found herself on a sexual bender. Sneaking out, getting high with strangers and friends who took advantage of her low self-esteem; her virginity was taken by an individual who preyed on this more than the others. They were the same age, and although Roxanne thinks that she was young and naive, no matter what the age it is never okay for a person to use a person who isn’t in the right headspace.

Straight after that relationship ended, Roxanne got involved with someone, who she thought she had fallen in love with, he used that to coerce her into things she wasn’t comfortable with. One night in particular, he convinced her to sneak out after he had been drinking, she caught a bus late at night to a house she had never been to before and after they had sex he kicked her out onto the street at 2am, calling her a slut. After a year of emotional abuse, Roxanne mustered up the courage to leave after she talked him out of killing himself.

Roxanne’s next relationship wasn’t until 2 and a half years after the last. They were both living with her parents at the time. This boyfriend had textbook abusive patterns, such as going through her phone without her knowledge, telling her who she could and couldn’t see, doing things that were made to scare her and threatening to breakup with her every time he didn’t get his way. After a while Roxanne started biting back, which turned the relationship into a toxic hurricane. He punched holes into walls, sat onto of her, choked her and that’s when Roxanne made him pack his bags. He was a textbook narcissist.

Roxanne’s relationship to relationships is now completely different, she cheated on her last boyfriend, breaking it off towards the end as they were so on and off. He wanted her at his house all the time, with constant attention and affection, he would turn up at her house throwing things, he thew punches at a man she was with at the shops. The relationship didn’t conclusively end for a while, it just…faded. There were abusive drunk calls for months until it finally stopped.

Roxanne now finds herself not prone to wanting a long term/monogamous relationship, the fear of being hurt again is stronger than her want of committing to a single person. Roxanne now finds her sexuality is more fluid, her orientation is inconclusive. Although monogamy isn’t in the near future, she has not had a one night stand, but is open to the idea. I am wishing Roxanne the best of luck on her sexual and romantic journey and I can’t thank her enough for sharing these intimate details with me. I hope you all enjoy this editorial for The Medusas!

Jessica

Renèe Caryn for The Medusas

www.patreon.com/jessicakphotography

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

by Jessica K Photography.Beauty by Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry.

Roxanne’s story is both heartbreaking and relatable for a lot of women that I know including myself. It all started for Roxanne when she was 14 and found herself on a sexual bender. Sneaking out, getting high with strangers and friends who took advantage of her low self-esteem; her virginity was taken by an individual who preyed on this more than the others. They were the same age, and although Roxanne thinks that she was young and naive, no matter what the age it is never okay for a person to use a person who isn’t in the right headspace.

Straight after that relationship ended, Roxanne got involved with someone, who she thought she had fallen in love with, he used that to coerce her into things she wasn’t comfortable with. One night in particular, he convinced her to sneak out after he had been drinking, she caught a bus late at night to a house she had never been to before and after they had sex he kicked her out onto the street at 2am, calling her a slut. After a year of emotional abuse, Roxanne mustered up the courage to leave after she talked him out of killing himself.

Roxanne’s next relationship wasn’t until 2 and a half years after the last. They were both living with her parents at the time. This boyfriend had textbook abusive patterns, such as going through her phone without her knowledge, telling her who she could and couldn’t see, doing things that were made to scare her and threatening to breakup with her every time he didn’t get his way. After a while Roxanne started biting back, which turned the relationship into a toxic hurricane. He punched holes into walls, sat onto of her, choked her and that’s when Roxanne made him pack his bags. He was a textbook narcissist.

Roxanne’s relationship to relationships is now completely different, she cheated on her last boyfriend, breaking it off towards the end as they were so on and off. He wanted her at his house all the time, with constant attention and affection, he would turn up at her house throwing things, he thew punches at a man she was with at the shops. The relationship didn’t conclusively end for a while, it just…faded. There were abusive drunk calls for months until it finally stopped.

Roxanne now finds herself not prone to wanting a long term/monogamous relationship, the fear of being hurt again is stronger than her want of committing to a single person. Roxanne now finds her sexuality is more fluid, her orientation is inconclusive. Although monogamy isn’t in the near future, she has not had a one night stand, but is open to the idea. I am wishing Roxanne the best of luck on her sexual and romantic journey and I can’t thank her enough for sharing these intimate details with me. I hope you all enjoy this editorial for The Medusas!

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Xavier Rose for The Medusas

Candy Glaz for The Medusas

Alice X for The Medusas

The internet is an amazing thing- it lets you see a person without ever having known them. I've been a model, a cam girl, a clip model and a stripper -and often at the same time. How many people in the world have seen me naked, have seen inside of me without seeing inside me? I love my body and I love expressing my sexuality openly- but then, as a sex worker this is something we have to say. We are at the mercy of stereotype that women only choose to do this line of work because we had a rough childhood, that we were abused and in the cases where it is true, we lose our identities and become just another nameless victim- and we are always so much more than that. This is probably the least sexually explicit set in this series because you can look anywhere and find a photo of me pouting my "dick-sucking-lips" with my tits squeezed together but you won't find my real expression of sexuality. When I was a teenager, I dressed like a nun and even at the beach wore high-collars, long sleeves and hand-me-down pants from my brothers that reached past my knees. I never wore makeup and the concept of me being attractive was absurd to me. I was saving myself for some special boy who I would marry and the moment would be magical. But that moment came, and it wasn't magical- I was left crying and bleeding in a dark room during a party. For a long time, I believed that this was all I was good for, and began a destructive cycle centred around my sexuality. It wasn't until I began stripping that I even realised that I could take control of it in any kind of sense. After years of working in this industry, I've learned how to be content with my body -for the most part- and everything it has to offer. So this set reflects who I really am- that vulnerable girl who never wears makeup, who loves to garden and who pretends to be just another nameless, sex-driven woman. This set is to show all of my flaws because they were the basis for my sexuality.

Belle for The Medusas

Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Morticia Morgue for The Medusas

Beauty by Roses are Red Make-up ArtistryTo support this project and see the full set of NSFW images head over toPatreon

Since shooting this set in September, I have become really good friends with both of the incredible women involved in this shoot. After a few hiccups on this shoot, we powered through and this is the result of a gloomy afternoon in my bedroom.

Morticia’s story for this project starts with her parents, and the impossible expectation laid on her from a young age to obtain from sex until marriage. This led to her first sexual encounter to be an awful experience due to the pressure and shame that had been drilled into her mind from such an impressionable age. This part of the story is sadly told all too often for a lot of women that I meet, especially for this project, it is the next element that took me by surprise. Morticia’s mother is a professional dominatrix and has a dungeon in her house, since divorcing Morticia’s Father, has gotten back into the kink scene after taking a break during Morticia’s childhood.

Morticia did not know about her mothers profession until later in life, and had negative views on sex as a whole until finding BDSM herself. The first time she had sex was with her boyfriend at the time, the result of being oppressed and shamed sexually for the majority of her life led to the event being one filled with self-concious thoughts and shame rather than a new experience as an adult.Mortcia’s sexuality is now unconfirmed, leaning more towards women but happily engaged to her male finance, they have been together for 3 years now.

Thank-you so much Morticia for sharing your story with me and shooting for this set, we will no doubt shoot in the New Year! Thank-you Mhairi at Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry for the incredible beauty on this set you always do an incredible job.

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

Roxanne Walker for The Medusas

by Jessica K Photography.Beauty by Roses Are Red Make-up Artistry.

Roxanne’s story is both heartbreaking and relatable for a lot of women that I know including myself. It all started for Roxanne when she was 14 and found herself on a sexual bender. Sneaking out, getting high with strangers and friends who took advantage of her low self-esteem; her virginity was taken by an individual who preyed on this more than the others. They were the same age, and although Roxanne thinks that she was young and naive, no matter what the age it is never okay for a person to use a person who isn’t in the right headspace.

Straight after that relationship ended, Roxanne got involved with someone, who she thought she had fallen in love with, he used that to coerce her into things she wasn’t comfortable with. One night in particular, he convinced her to sneak out after he had been drinking, she caught a bus late at night to a house she had never been to before and after they had sex he kicked her out onto the street at 2am, calling her a slut. After a year of emotional abuse, Roxanne mustered up the courage to leave after she talked him out of killing himself.

Roxanne’s next relationship wasn’t until 2 and a half years after the last. They were both living with her parents at the time. This boyfriend had textbook abusive patterns, such as going through her phone without her knowledge, telling her who she could and couldn’t see, doing things that were made to scare her and threatening to breakup with her every time he didn’t get his way. After a while Roxanne started biting back, which turned the relationship into a toxic hurricane. He punched holes into walls, sat onto of her, choked her and that’s when Roxanne made him pack his bags. He was a textbook narcissist.

Roxanne’s relationship to relationships is now completely different, she cheated on her last boyfriend, breaking it off towards the end as they were so on and off. He wanted her at his house all the time, with constant attention and affection, he would turn up at her house throwing things, he thew punches at a man she was with at the shops. The relationship didn’t conclusively end for a while, it just…faded. There were abusive drunk calls for months until it finally stopped.

Roxanne now finds herself not prone to wanting a long term/monogamous relationship, the fear of being hurt again is stronger than her want of committing to a single person. Roxanne now finds her sexuality is more fluid, her orientation is inconclusive. Although monogamy isn’t in the near future, she has not had a one night stand, but is open to the idea. I am wishing Roxanne the best of luck on her sexual and romantic journey and I can’t thank her enough for sharing these intimate details with me. I hope you all enjoy this editorial for The Medusas!

Ablutophilia

Jessica K Photography x Alice X I want to blur the lines between fine art and pornography, to lead the viewer away from the traditions of objectification and empower the subject from a feminist standpoint.

I'm growing tired of living in a body where I am deemed worthy just because someone finds my body attractive, ever since I grew a pair of boobs it has been hard to determine who my friends are; in high school I cut all of my hair off and although I faced a lot of judgement it was easy to weed out the men who only wanted me for my looks.

Since growing my hair longer than it has ever been and honing in on my own femininity, I have been finding it hard to stay viewed as a person with substance and especially with my clothes off.

My worth is not based on how desireable I am, it is based on my values as a person and how I treat others I meet in my journey.

Neon Psychosis

Usually, my self-portrait sets are based on a time where I was down. I realised I have never really done a set that shows the manic side of my bipolar. I have spoken about it, but the aesthetic of the images has always been very melancholy and dark, I wanted to update that.

In this set, I aimed to depict loneliness in an environment of bright lights and loud music. When I am in a manic state of mind, everything seems magical. I have stopped taking lithium, which I was on for the previous 2 years to control my symptoms, since stopping the medication I have had a lot more mood swings but I have found myself to be able to handle it organically. While on medication, I was hardly able to feel anything but at the time I needed that, whereas now I want to do it myself and harness those incredible feelings of both sides of my disorder.

I often find it hard to attach my bipolar so tightly to my images, as I am aware about romanticising mental illness. The thing about mine is that sometimes, it is romantic, it is beautiful and the feelings are incredible. The issue is when it is stereotyped by people who take it on as a fashion statement, but they are actually Neurotypical*. This year I have come into contact with a person who has taken it upon themselves to diagnose themselves with bipolar, ask me for my medication and symptoms so that they may take it to their psychologist to fake a diagnosis. I believe that they’re doing it because bipolar sounds more fashionable than anxiety and depression. I have since cut this person out of my life due to other reasons, but I am so glad I did. For me, seeing a person speak FOR my illness when they don’t have the symptoms and have been getting personal information out of me for their own benefit, was awful. It may not seem like a big deal for NT* people but as someone who is Neurodivergent and has only JUST become okay with functioning with the illness, for someone to take it on and create public social media accounts speaking on how they’re “trying to be diagnosed with bipolar” ..yes, that is a quote, is an insult to everything I have overcome in my lifetime of being wrongly diagnosed and being on the wrong medication.

Something everyone knows about bipolar, you have mood swings. Since being officially diagnosed, I have been in MANY situations where someone has mentioned that a person they don’t like is a “bipolar bitch” or something similar. This leaves me in a “Do I mention that i’m bipolar? Do I defend my illness? Do I just stay quiet, but isn’t that perpetuating a terrible stereotype that I am equip to talk about?” Most of the time, I don’t mention it in order to keep polite conversation. I don't always want to be known as being difficult to converse with just because I don’t like making fun of marginalised groups, and it hurts me personally when I am a part of that group.

“A manic episode is a period of abnormally elevated mood and high energy, accompanied by abnormal behaviour that disrupts life. Most people with bipolar I disorder also suffer from episodes of depression. Often, there is a pattern of cycling between mania and depression.” This is exactly what happens with my own illness, I have days of mania and I have days of depression. Usually about 3-4 days on either one, depending on what else is going on in my life as sometimes certain events can prolong either one.

These manic periods are kinda fun, I won’t lie, but they don’t come without their downfalls. Being manic feels similar to being on MDMA/Cocaine, those drugs that make your eyes black and your skin sweat. See how that can be fun? Imagine being like that for 4 days at a time, spending all the money you have, hardly sleeping, driving to ANYWHERE just to try and escape the never-ending rollercoaster in your head. It doesn’t end there, once i’ve started coming down from it, it’s as if i’m crashing from a hard drug, I plummet completely into feeling worthless, scared and suicidal. Not so fun now…

Manic episodes also affect the people around you just as depression does. Lately i’ve been finding myself more and more lonely, partly due to losing contact with my friends from high school. There is a common misconception that people with bipolar (and any mental illness) are hard to love. A lot of people cannot handle being bugged in the middle of the night to go somewhere because I can’t sleep, but then a week later when they want to do something, i’m sitting in my room staring at the wall trying not to tear open my own skin. It can give off the impression that I don't actually want to see that person, or that I am only ditching when it suits me. It is so much more than that. I don’t think this is the entire reason i’ve lost that friendship group, I think they were just more friends with my ex and I was just a side-affect of that friendship. I am so lucky to have started in the photographic industry so young, I have made incredible friends along the way which, although they aren’t all in one cohesive group, I am still able to count them individually through anything.

I hope you enjoy this set that I created while I was in a manic state. Full set of 10 NSFW images on Patreon for ALL Patrons.www.patreon.com/JessicaKPhotography

NT*NeurotypicalNot displaying or characterized by autistic or other neurologically atypical patterns of thought or behaviour."neurotypical individuals often assume that their experience of the world is either the only one or the only correct one"

ND*NeurodivergentA person who has a developmental disorder and/or a mental illness.The word Neurodivergent allows these people to talk about their experiences as both non-allistic and non-mentally-"healthy" in a way that doesn't carry a bunch of extra judgments about what's good or normal.

Forgiveness

The original photo (with red hair) was taken the day I ran away from Melbourne. I had quit my job a few minutes beforehand and wanted an image to mark the day that I made the decision to leave everything. This was a really difficult day for me, but it was the best thing I have done for myself. If I had stayed in Melbourne, I wouldn't have had the support network and I doubt that I would be here writing this.

The new photo (with blue hair) was taken on the first day of being back in Melbourne 2 years later, to the month. I have now come to terms with why I left, and have absolved all guilt that I had associated to this day and the years to come.

I forgive myself, and I now know that it wasn't selfish, it was necessary. From now on I need to trust my judgement and take time to practice self-care. Since the original photo I have been diagnosed with bipolar and now take steps toward keeping myself stable. I'm off the medication now and using natural methods to keep myself in control. I have changed so much over the two years since I first went to Melbourne. I've gained so much more self-awareness and appreciation for my brain. Even though sometimes it doesn't work exactly how it should, I have a pretty beautiful way of seeing the world when i'm okay, and it makes it all worth it.

Following The Girl In Lace

Numb

I felt the chill slowly seep into every bone, so cold that everything becomes numb...vibrant yet pale...peaceful. My body came to embrace the icy vastness surrounding me, being suffocated in beauty, a beauty so immeasurable it is forever frozen into my memories. Even with the heart beat slowing and sensation leaving, I became enthralled and encapsulated in the moment that I will eternally yearn for.

Model, Make-up, Wardrobe: Taylah Kereama

Words: Jessica Kirby and Taylah Kereama

Photography, Retouching, Concept: Jessica Kirby

The Garden Hues

Model: Elana Vlasova

Make-up: Jordan Make-up Artistry

Eyes Wide Shut

Model: Alannah Dair

Make-up Artist: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Photography, Concept, Retouch: Jessica Kirby @ Jessica K Photography

Words: Ash Dorman

The blinding light, of her aspirations, stole her hand – leading her to a hollow heart. She is trapped now, forever moving t’ward dreams out of reach.

Numb

I felt the chill slowly seep into every bone, so cold that everything becomes numb...vibrant yet pale...peaceful. My body came to embrace the icy vastness surrounding me, being suffocated in beauty, a beauty so immeasurable it is forever frozen into my memories. Even with the heart beat slowing and sensation leaving, I became enthralled and encapsulated in the moment that I will eternally yearn for.

Model, Make-up, Wardrobe: Taylah Kereama

Words: Jessica Kirby and Taylah Kereama

Photography, Retouching, Concept: Jessica Kirby

Eyes Wide Shut

Model: Alannah Dair

Make-up Artist: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Photography, Concept, Retouch: Jessica Kirby @ Jessica K Photography

Words: Ash Dorman

The blinding light, of her aspirations, stole her hand – leading her to a hollow heart. She is trapped now, forever moving t’ward dreams out of reach.

Christmas 2016

Lillian

The end of this life, starts when she was sent to fetch water from the well but decided to gather from the river instead.

No one fetched from the river as they said it was cursed, but Lillian hadn’t cared for wise tales before, and had no the motivation to travel further to the well.

The story went that the river was cursed by a bitter warlock who had cast an incantation into the river in retaliation of his heartbreak of his secret lover’s death at sea, if he held the power he would have cursed the entire ocean, but he was limited andfrom that day on whoever entered the water would be paralysed while their flesh was slowly stripped from their body, sinking into the depths below.

She was from then on destined to spend a hollow afterlife in the shallow waters of what is now known as the river of bones. If you go down to the river nowadays, the curse no longer haunts the waters, but is instead haunted by the emaciated ghost of Lillian, if you dip your feet into the water and look beneath your toes, you can still see the feint silver sparkling of her eyes and the ethereal mist of her white dress beneath the water.

Model: Lillian Cottrell

A Sirens Scales

"A Siren's Scales"

"Sinking deeper to where moss forms on quiet coral, lays the anchor formerly attached to the 'Lady Audenline', home to a crew of sailors who's bodies now lay beneath the tranquil waters of a sirens cavern, where her victims sway harmoniously with the ever changing currents."

Model: Taylah Kereama

A Sirens Scales

"A Siren's Scales"

"Sinking deeper to where moss forms on quiet coral, lays the anchor formerly attached to the 'Lady Audenline', home to a crew of sailors who's bodies now lay beneath the tranquil waters of a sirens cavern, where her victims sway harmoniously with the ever changing currents."

Model: Taylah Kereama

Goddess By Nature

Goddess By Nature Summer Look Book 2014/2015

After leaving a winery disappointed due to staff laziness and their poor planning, our back-up location turned out to be a beautiful home with white tiles and pillars overlooking a lake in front of rows of pine trees. This look book editorial is inspired by the flowing gowns of Goddess By Nature and the location we stumbled upon for the better, I hope you enjoy.

Creatives:

Model: Jessica Honey @ Que Models

Make-up: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Label: Goddess By Nature

Assistant: Ash Dorman

Following The Girl In Lace

Numb

I felt the chill slowly seep into every bone, so cold that everything becomes numb...vibrant yet pale...peaceful. My body came to embrace the icy vastness surrounding me, being suffocated in beauty, a beauty so immeasurable it is forever frozen into my memories. Even with the heart beat slowing and sensation leaving, I became enthralled and encapsulated in the moment that I will eternally yearn for.

Model: Taylah Kereama

Concept, Photography, Retouching: Jessica K Photography

Words: Taylah Kereama and Jessica Kirby

Goddess By Nature

Goddess By Nature Summer Look Book 2014/2015

After leaving a winery disappointed due to staff laziness and their poor planning, our back-up location turned out to be a beautiful home with white tiles and pillars overlooking a lake in front of rows of pine trees. This look book editorial is inspired by the flowing gowns of Goddess By Nature and the location we stumbled upon for the better, I hope you enjoy.

Creatives:

Model: Jessica Honey @ Que Models

Make-up: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Label: Goddess By Nature

Assistant: Ash Dorman

Patina Velvets

Models: Sapphire Siren, Peaches'n'Scream, Moofy (Pictured)

Wardrobe: Tragic Beautiful

Make-up Artist: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Assistant: Ash Dorman

Car: Silver Monarch '77, owned by Phil Ball

Photography and Retouch: Jessica Kirby

Shot at Greazefest 2014

Christmas 2016

Goddess By Nature

Goddess By Nature Summer Look Book 2014/2015

After leaving a winery disappointed due to staff laziness and their poor planning, our back-up location turned out to be a beautiful home with white tiles and pillars overlooking a lake in front of rows of pine trees. This look book editorial is inspired by the flowing gowns of Goddess By Nature and the location we stumbled upon for the better, I hope you enjoy.

Creatives:

Model: Jessica Honey @ Que Models

Make-up: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Label: Goddess By Nature

Assistant: Ash Dorman

Numb

I felt the chill slowly seep into every bone, so cold that everything becomes numb...vibrant yet pale...peaceful. My body came to embrace the icy vastness surrounding me, being suffocated in beauty, a beauty so immeasurable it is forever frozen into my memories. Even with the heart beat slowing and sensation leaving, I became enthralled and encapsulated in the moment that I will eternally yearn for.

The Artist

The Other

"This set represents love, but not just any love. The kind of love that makes you feel weak at the knees, that makes you wonder if you could ever feel something as electric ever again but you don’t know if you should. This love is fire, this love is pure passion and it is destroying you one kiss at a time, but every time they push you away you crave the skin of the other. For a split moment in time where the desire is fulfilled and you are encapsulated by the other’s touch, the anxiety vanishes. The concept of ‘The Other’ comes from a French Philosopher named Jean-Paul Sartre who explored the philosophical under tones of both Sadism and Masochism. Sartre came to the conclusion that the only time when one is free from ‘The Other’s Gaze’ is the moment between sexual desire and sexual activity. "

The Rise Of A Goddess

The Other

"This set represents love, but not just any love. The kind of love that makes you feel weak at the knees, that makes you wonder if you could ever feel something as electric ever again but you don’t know if you should. This love is fire, this love is pure passion and it is destroying you one kiss at a time, but every time they push you away you crave the skin of the other. For a split moment in time where the desire is fulfilled and you are encapsulated by the other’s touch, the anxiety vanishes. The concept of ‘The Other’ comes from a French Philosopher named Jean-Paul Sartre who explored the philosophical under tones of both Sadism and Masochism. Sartre came to the conclusion that the only time when one is free from ‘The Other’s Gaze’ is the moment between sexual desire and sexual activity. "

The Woodland Grove

Model: Maya King @ Que Models

Headpiece: Monique at Sneakypeek

As the sun began to lower it's golden glow onto the cold afternoon, with flowing white dresses we ran through the trees.

More To Life

Model: Shaanti Senaratne

Makeup Artist: Jordan Stewart

Lillian

The end of this life, starts when she was sent to fetch water from the well but decided to gather from the river instead.

No one fetched from the river as they said it was cursed, but Lillian hadn’t cared for wise tales before, and had no the motivation to travel further to the well.

The story went that the river was cursed by a bitter warlock who had cast an incantation into the river in retaliation of his heartbreak of his secret lover’s death at sea, if he held the power he would have cursed the entire ocean, but he was limited andfrom that day on whoever entered the water would be paralysed while their flesh was slowly stripped from their body, sinking into the depths below.

She was from then on destined to spend a hollow afterlife in the shallow waters of what is now known as the river of bones. If you go down to the river nowadays, the curse no longer haunts the waters, but is instead haunted by the emaciated ghost of Lillian, if you dip your feet into the water and look beneath your toes, you can still see the feint silver sparkling of her eyes and the ethereal mist of her white dress beneath the water.